Okay, it totally wasn't that i tagged you, so i could ask for snippets from a 'handful of dreams' or 'parody of emotions', totally not XDD
Anyway, 'the assistant', please, because it picqued my interest. ^w^
O-Oh God.. I am going to disappoint you so bad. It is already out. A wip but out nonetheless under the title 'Petal Soft Plunder'. You might not have heard of it ..cause.. well it is a TMR Sr/HP. Keep your pitchforks- it is cute, okay?
The promised snippet- even if you don't read it
“If I could.. I would want you everywhere, sweet Harry. But Tom needs you… we need you. You have no idea how it is for me to want to come home… But I do now- only because you are here.” The hand around his waist left to take up his limp hand, turn it over on to the soft palm.
“Is it so bad? Or is it because I haven’t spoiled you lately?”
Harry’s frozen body thawed and unbidden he thumped Mr. Riddle’s chest, “You bought me a horse last week!” All because Harry had whined at not being allowed to drive fast cars…
A cool finger continued playing his palm, and the man hummed, “Maybe something to make you feel pretty next time.”
He was close. Harry’s smile waned and trembled. “I -I should…it’s late.”
Mr. Riddle’s hand tugged him again, the velvety purr was a shattering quake under his palm, “Stay a while longer. Aren’t you warm like this?”
Harry was boiling.
Mr. Riddle’s other hand had never let go of the whiskey glass, tracing the rim steadily and idly.
